A young doctor rushed out of the emergency room, and when he saw the young man who had been suffocated and unconscious, his face couldn't help but change greatly, and he said loudly: "The airway is blocked, the nurse disinfects, prepares the instruments, and immediately does a tracheostomy." ”

This doctor's name is Zhao Ping, and he is also the attending physician of the Department of Thoracic Surgery, and his professional level is extremely high.

Now the boy didn't have time to enter the rescue room, that is, he entered the rescue room, and in the rescue room, there were still several children waiting for rescue.

The two nurses quickly prepared the instruments and skillfully sterilized the child.

The stretcher car happened to pass behind Ouyang Zhiyuan, Ouyang Zhiyuan had already finished giving the needle to another boy, and as soon as he turned around, he saw the boy on the stretcher behind him, who was already suffocated and unconscious.

Ouyang Zhiyuan looked at the child who had been suffocated and unconscious, his face was bruised, his whole body twitched, and he couldn't help but be surprised, this child's condition was even more dangerous, and if he delayed for a while, this boy would suffocate to death.

Zhao Ping saw that the nurse was ready, reached out and picked up the scalpel, and without hesitation, he was about to draw at the child's trachea.

Ouyang took the boy's vein, knocked on the boy's chest again, and hurriedly said, "Don't cut the trachea!"

Zhao Ping was stunned for a moment, and saw that it was Ouyang Zhiyuan, he knew that Ouyang Zhiyuan was a college student who had just been assigned, with a look of contempt on his face, and snorted coldly: "The patient is about to die, and if you don't rescue it, it's too late, please get out of the way!"

Ouyang Zhiyuan didn't have time to reason with Zhao Ping at all, so he picked up an unused syringe in the nurse's hand, pulled out the piston, and stabbed it into the child's chest like lightning.

"Hiss!"

A deflating sound came from the needle, and the child's chest slowly recovered.

"Pneumothorax!"

Xie Shiran muttered, looking at Ouyang Zhiyuan with both eyes, and her beautiful face showed an extremely admiring expression.

Zhao Ping's face suddenly became extremely ugly, he glared at Ouyang Zhiyuan fiercely, then at a few nurses, threw down the scalpel, and walked into the rescue room.

Zhao Ping is a person who usually acts a little yin, if anyone offends him, he will definitely try to find it back.

Everyone thought that the boy had a blocked airway, and the two nurses had been cleaning the boy's airways, but no one thought it was a pneumothorax.

If Zhao Ping cut the boy's trachea and lower tube, the problem would not be solved at all, and the child would immediately suffocate to death. Pneumothorax means that there is pressure in the chest cavity, and the pressure is pressing the lungs so that the lungs cannot open to breathe.

Ouyang Zhiyuan used a needle to release the pressure in his chest and save the life of the little boy.

Several nurses, seeing that the little boy had begun to breathe on his own, his face turned from bruise to ruddy, and they immediately admired Ouyang Zhiyuan.

A few seconds later, I'm afraid this boy won't be able to be saved.

Ouyang Zhiyuan gave acupuncture to several children in a row, which consumed a lot of physical strength, and the cold sweat had already soaked all his clothes. Ouyang Zhiyuan stumbled and almost fell.

Xie Shiran hurriedly supported Ouyang Zhiyuan and said softly, "Doctor Ouyang, go to the chair and take a rest." ”

The fresh and elegant fragrance drifted into Ouyang Zhiyuan's nose.

This kind of girl's fragrance smells so good that Ouyang Zhiyuan couldn't help but secretly take a few more sips.

Xie Shiran is extremely beautiful, cheerful and lively, slender and beautiful, and her youthful and girlish atmosphere attracts the attention of all men.

Ouyang Zhiyuan showed his outstanding talent in the process of rescuing middle school students. If it weren't for his Taiyi Five Elements Needle, which stimulated the potential vitality of several children, those children would not have been able to save them at all.

This performance allowed Ouyang Zhiyuan to gain a firm foothold in the cardiothoracic department.

But there are still many doctors who scoff at Ouyang Zhiyuan's traditional Chinese medicine acupuncture.

Wang Jian and Zhao Ping, the attending physicians of thoracic surgery, belong to this category.

Ouyang Zhiyuan had many places, which made Xiao Mei feel pleasantly surprised again and again.

With Ouyang Zhiyuan's qualifications, he can't do surgery alone now, but every time he cooperates with Xiao Mei for surgery, he cooperates extremely tacitly.

Especially in a large-scale and cumbersome operation for liver transplantation, the accuracy of the surgical instruments handed by Ouyang Zhiyuan to Xiao Mei reached 100%. Xiao Mei didn't need to use words at all, what kind of equipment was needed next had already been handed to Xiao Mei by Ouyang Zhiyuan, and it was accurate, which surprised Xiao Mei.

In other words, if Ouyang Zhiyuan is allowed to do this operation by himself, Ouyang Zhiyuan will still be successful.

At present, the cardiothoracic department, cardiothoracic medicine and cardiothoracic surgery are not very clearly distinguished, as long as the cardiothoracic department uses a scalpel, one knife and two knives of cardiothoracic surgery must participate in the operation.

After a month of contact, Ouyang Zhiyuan had an excellent impression of Xiao Mei. The bits and pieces of getting along with Xiao Mei, Xiao Mei's noble and elegant, intellectual kindness made Ouyang Zhiyuan's heart ripple.

Xiao Mei's things outside of work were not even mentioned. What made Ouyang Zhiyuan even more unexpected was that he would get Xiao Mei today.

Ouyang Zhiyuan silently walked behind Xiao Mei, stretched out his hand, gently hugged Xiao Mei's weak shoulder, put his mouth against Xiao Mei's soft earlobe, and said softly: "Sister Mei'er, I'...... I like you!"